Hello Dear Ones,
October brings a special treat to the Hill Country. When the wind shifts to the north and the sun shines, we may be able to watch the migration of monarchs; some years are better than other of course. It is a magical experience to observe this annual journey of the butterflies. And I've written a poem about it.
Silence is Golden
By
Patti Ross
They
come by the dozens and dozens
Drifting
down like falling snow
Coruscating
the horizon, filling the sky
Gossamer
amber wings flitting by
Snugging
down on the south side
Of
the house.
They
know what they’re about; these fragile frittaries
Brushing
by like angel’s breath
To
glide into the oaks and sumacs on the hillside
Sheltered
from the chill, they hang in prayer
Wings
pressed thinner than leaves
Only
the birds know they are there
The
sun sets in a glowing hush of color
The
monarchs soundlessly hang on the limbs
Waiting
for dawn and sunshine
The
miracle is that it all happens in silence
Golden
silence
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